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Name: Jess
Country: United States
Metro: Kalamazoo
Birthday: 9/24/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: fun stuff
Expertise: Well, I'd love to tell all that I'm a master lifeguard and have perfected the art of CPR and all that stuff, but I don't get to practice that much.
Occupation: Executive
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/16/2005
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| Yesterday I started packing because I'm moving into my very own apartment on Friday. That's exciting. While packing I realized that I have way too many clothes. Mainly t-shirts and sweatshirts and shorts and athletic-ish type stuff. This morning I realized I need a dress to wear to Jeff's cousin's wedding this weekend. So now I've got to go shopping for more clothes. The irony of being a non-girly-girl. Sheesh. Oh, but I do have a box full of about 20 pairs of shoes. Not quite as many as my roommate, but still impressive. | | |
| I now know the reason for Mother's day - contrary to popular belief, Mother's day was not created just by Hallmark. It was a collaboration between Hallmark and family dining establishments, namely Brann's Steakhouse and Grille. The reason for the inception of this dearly despised Day is two fold: Major money for the establishments and major headaches for everyone involved - Dad who has to pay for this lavish meal, children who have to sit still and "behave" through it all, Mom who feels the right to be pissed off when she doesn't get exactly what she wants (whether in the food, the atmosphere or the behavior of her nasty little offspring), the Server who works 11 hours straight while attempting to remain bright and cheery to each table and the restaurant managers who have to pay for the Server's (and cook's) multiple mistakes. So, everyone ends up with a headache, the restaurant ends up with a butt load of money, and everyone heads home to drink themselves to sleep. With the exception of me, because I work at 6:30 every morning, thus a beer induced slumber was not for me. Sadness. But we did get pizza for dinner which we were allowed to eat while running between the dish tank and our tables. The remittance for not having a break in 11 hours. Oh joy, oh bliss. | | |
| Currently, my hero is the Chinese Emperor Shen Nung who, back in 2737BC found caffeine.
And perhaps myself, because I just threw 302 consecutive tennis balls from just in front of the compuer into the dryer. Then #303 bounced out. The Happy Valley isn't so exciting right now.
| You Passed 8th Grade Math |
 Congratulations, you got 7/10 correct! | This test was actually rather difficult for me. That made me sad.
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| I'm fairly certain I'd die/cry of embarassment if anyone were to witness me in the cage right now. I'm crocheting. So proud of myself and my accomplishments - I sure hope no one catches me.
Exams are done and I've forgotten one important thing. Which phrase is the original, "The Dog Days of Summer" or "The Beer Days of Summer"? Not that I understand either, but I was a little confused when everyone was talking about the latter last night and I was like, "I thought it is the Dog Days of Summer." Everyone looked at me with extreme sympathy.
I had this super long talk with my boss at Brann's last night and she revealed to me the reason for her evilness. She's worked at Brann's for 9 years and has seen thousands of staff go through. Pretty much, she's tired of investing in people that are just going to turn around and leave anyway, so she quit trying. Until she knows you're going to stay around for a while, she hates you. I think I'm moving from the "hate/ignore you" list to the "she might stay" list. I'm glad I didn't mention that yesterday Ritch was helping me draft a two weeks notice letter. | | |
| Yesterday, to my dismay and delight, I spent my gas money on books. And I mean all my gas money. I know this surprises no one, especially those who have ever seen the ever growing, potentially dangerous, haphazard piles of books strewn about my room. Truly, it delights me. And in a month and a bit, the piles will leave the confines of my bedroom and nestle in the bright and airy atmosphere of their own apartment. Oh, the excitement of it all.
Really though, I need to not go into Barnes and Noble unless I only bring with me enough money to buy the one book I went in to get, instead of emerging with a stack large enough to make precarious one of my existing piles.
Oh, for the days of the hammock. When all there will be to do is lay around napping and reading, reading and napping. Sipping Dr. Pepper in the glorious sunshine of summer. Summer, come bring me rays of light and warmth. | | |
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